Virtue: The Gamer's Girlfriend, #1

By Ida Brady

A hot, steamy novella for lovers of Contemporary and Regency Romance...

 

Savannah loves nothing more than a good romp in the sack. If she's not doing it with her paraplegic gamer boyfriend, Arcas, she's at the very least daydreaming about it, preferably with a duke from the 19th century. Her overactive imagination means she can't help but fantasize about the R-rated pastimes of the peerage, adding her own scintillating scenes to her favorite historical romance, Love and Honor.

              

By day, she dreams about the commanding Duke of Maddern and his seduction of Miss Emmaline Collins, the innocent, headstrong beauty whose heart he broke long ago. By night, she embarks on a year-long sex challenge: to experience and document her wild bedroom antics in her online blog, Sexcapades.

But when her conservative past threatens her newfound freedom, Savannah must find the courage to stay the course. Hovering between Regency England and modern-day Melbourne, she begins a journey of sexual exploration that no one had seen coming.

 

Not even her trusty little Rabbit.

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This has a HFN but does end on a minor cliffhanger. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ida Brady
• Release date: Nov 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9780645418637

Book preview

Chapter One

Savannah stroked the spine of the book, a smile playing at her lips.

It was her umpteenth time reading Love and Honor, a classic nineteenth-century romance and all she could think about was why the Duke of Maddern didn’t bend Miss Collins over his desk and show her just how proud he could be.

She could picture him in the library now, stalking towards Emmaline, demanding she lift her skirts.

Her imagination beckoned along with her desire.

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The Duke followed Miss Collins into the library, his cock straining against his breeches. He shut the door behind him firmly, the sharp click reverberating through the empty room. Time was limited. Flustered and uncertain, Emmaline’s chaperone, an older, unmarried relative, had accepted the Earl’s offer to dance.

He owed Lord Stanton a great sum for the diversion.

The moon was particularly bright this evening, piercing through the windows, illuminating the beauty of the woman before him. All softness had faded, though the years had not been unkind. There was a haunting beauty to her visage, a sadness that shadowed her graceful movements. For as long as he could remember, she had conducted herself as a lady. Indeed, she was, if not for the inconvenience of her father’s station, a lady in every respect.

She would always be so in his mind.

Was he in his cups, or were her lips an even darker shade of peony than he remembered? Even with her brow pinched and her mouth downturned, she stirred a long-forgotten feeling inside.

He knew it was not right to be alone with her in this fashion. Even still, he would chase this woman to the most exotic, far-off continents.

I’ve been thinking about you since Mrs. Perryweather’s play.

He watched as one round shoulder lifted in nonchalance. Despite the casual gesture, her eyes shimmered with unspoken thoughts.

Once he had been privy to such musings, but no longer.

Is that so, Your Grace? I thought you were rather occupied.

Maddern had been overrun by young ladies eager to make his acquaintance. He was quite a catch according to the meddling mammas. Yet not one of the simpering ingénues had stirred his appetite.

He knew what they said. After all, he was a duke with a considerable fortune. A duty, he found, that was akin to a hangman’s noose. Maddern was weary of doing what was expected. None of it mattered if he didn’t get what he truly desired.

The woman standing before him.

Miss Emmaline Collins.

She was stubborn and impertinent. Bold in her manner. And she harbored a hatred for him that had not dissipated over time. He intended to bring her to heel, perhaps over his bended knee. The image was too illicit to fathom, but once it had taken up residence in his head, he was determined to make it a reality.

Don’t play coy with me. I am not a fool, Maddern rumbled.

One must not laugh at the noble Duke. He is, after all, such a jovial, candid man.

Lift those skirts, wench, and I will show you the real meaning of candid.

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If this were R-rated, the Duke would have most certainly done just that. He would have stuck his tongue down Emmaline’s throat and given her the banging of her virgin life. Which would then lead to a lot of sexy, horny frolics in closets and dark rooms.

But if Love and Honor were R-rated, then not only would Emmaline Collins and William Barnet, the Duke of Maddern, have had sex already, she would, after the fact, naturally hate him even more for licking her button. Especially as he rejected her all those years ago.

Emmaline could not help that her mother was born a lady but that her father was—gasp—a barrister. She was in every respect a gentleman’s daughter, but simply a poor one. It was a grand offence by the ton’s standards. If it were not for her aunt’s, the Duchess of Carrington’s, generosity to her nieces, she would not have met him. Or fallen in love. Or had her heart broken when Maddern chose to obey his parents instead of pursuing her.

Savannah had it all written out in her head. Hell, she couldn’t help but fantasize about it whenever she read her all-time favorite classic. And since this was her hundredth read of Love and Honor, she’d had plenty of time to come up with her scandalous side-plot.

She didn’t need much incentive in that department.

The reason she was drawn to the classics was because there was so much restraint. It was almost maddening to read about characters falling in love but still bound by societal rules. She knew all about living a restricted life. Every morning she was thankful she was now free.

Savannah stretched out on the bed, her mind wired even though her body was fatigued. She liked having bits and pieces of work, but bartending on top of her shifts at the library was starting to take its toll.

Despite her boyfriend’s income, she was adamant that she pay her own bills. She was all too aware of what happened when people you loved turned on you. But she couldn’t think about her parents now. At twenty-four, Savannah had a solid amount of savings, and she was adamant to never rely on anyone ever again.

Fuck, no! Arcas suddenly cried from the other room. Stun him, you moron!

Her boyfriend was gaming—had been ever since she’d arrived home. She figured he was in the midst of a raid. Arcas was not